Given Six Months to Live, I Took Everything From My Lying Husband

Marcus. My husband. Sitting beside Savannah Lee, my close friend-turned-traitor, his hand resting on her rounded belly with such casual intimacy, I almost convinced myself I was dreaming.

But I wasn’t.

She giggled, tucking her blonde curls behind her ear like she used to in high school. “Well, it’s your baby too. I want him to hear your voice.”

My stomach turned.

“I told you I’d be here for both of you,” Marcus said. He brushed her hair back… an old habit. One he used to do to me. “We’re in this together now.”

Together.